A/N: So, this is my first attempt at a fanfiction. Hope that it goes well!
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon! Stay away from me lawyers!
Prologue
TK chuckled as he watched his kid tackle Tai's Agumon, a small, orange, dinosaur-looking digimon, in a super-intense game of tag. "Be careful, don't hurt yourself!" shouted Karri, who was sitting right next to him. He had just gotten done writing his second book, which he had written about all of their adventures with the digimon emperor and myotismon. Now, he was enjoying himself with all of his friends, on the anniversary of the first time that any of them had gone to the digital world. He remembered everything like it was yesterday, waking up scared, finding Tokomon, getting scared by Kuwagamon, watching in awe as his little Tokomon digivolved into Patamon, being terrified as Patamon and all of the other digimon attacked Kuwagamon...He frowned. Now that he thought about it some more, he had spent half his time in wondrous amazement, and the other half terrified out of his mind.
"So, have you finished that book yet?" came a voice. Looking behind him, TK spotted Ken walking towards him, Wormmon on his shoulder. "Yeah, I actually just finished it today!" "Great! So, how much does it cover?" TK went into an explanation of what it contained, starting with the day that Davis, Yolee, and Kody got their digivices, how they had defeated Chimeramon, fighting Blackwargreymon, and finally ending with how they had finally defeated Malomyotismon. "Jeez, how long did that take?" Asked Kody, who had been listening in on the conversation, while watching Tai try to teach Izzy's daughter how to juggle a soccer ball. He laughed out loud when Tai kicked it a bit too hard and it flew up and smacked him in the face, making all the other children, as well as most of the adults, laugh. "Only about a year-and-a-half, it made it easier that I had some first hand experience." TK replied, after catching his breath from laughing so much. Tai was currently trying to cover up his mistake by claiming to be showing the kids the way NOT to juggle a soccer ball. Right. Not even the kids were buying it.
"Well, it sounds like it's going to go over great." commented Sora from under a tree. "How much have you made from just the first book again?" "Well, the books still actually selling strong, but I would say about…$8 million." "REALLY?! Geez, I should have been your coauthor!" shrieked in Mimi, who had flown in all the way from America for this little reunion. "Think of all of the outfits that I could have bought for this party with that kind of money!" she continued, with sparkles in her eyes. You could practically see her imaginary self in multiple pink outfits, each one more extravagant and ludicrous than the next. Though she had mellowed out and gotten less self-centered over the years, she still always had a weakness for money and fashion. Everybody laughed a bit at her dreamy look, then looked down the hill as they heard the shout of "Dinner time!" They saw Davis and XV-mon coming up the hill, tugging their noodle cart behind them.
Like magic, suddenly all of the humans and mons were at the picnic tables at the top of the hill. No matter how old they got, their digimon partners were always able to put away more food than should be physically possible, and their kids weren't much better. As Davis and XV-mon got to the top of the hill, the smell of delicious noodles met their nostrils. As Davis pulled back the curtain of his cart, it became apparent why V-mon had digivolved to XV-mon to pull the cart up. It was completely chock full of bento boxes of noodles, all the way up to the top! "I know how much everybody can eat, so I hope we brought enough!" said Davis with a smile. Everybody eagerly waited to dig in as Sora's Biyomon and Mimi's Palmon passed out the boxes. "ITADAKAMASU!" everybody shouted, then started to dig in. Happy conversations started, the Destined sharing and laughing over happy memories of all of their adventures, while their kids argued over which of their digimon was the coolest, or the cutest, or the strongest.
Eventually, all the noodles were eaten, and everybody laid down on the grass, their stomachs completely full, with a mountain of boxes next to the picnic tables. Eventually, it started to get dark, and they all started to go their separate ways. "Well, later!" Cried out Izzy as he and his daughter left. As TK responded with a wave, his older brother, Matt, sidled up to him.
"So, you finally got that book done then." It was more a statement than a question, he had been listening in to his brother's conversations. "Yep." came the reply. Matt looked like he was thinking about something, then asked, "So, are you going to write about what happened with Jacob's team?" TK's shoulders stiffened, then slumped, his expression immediately becoming morose. "I don't know. On one hand, what they went through, the sacrifices that they made, they need to be remembered. On the other hand, it just sounds so outlandish, and, well…." TK hung his head. "You don't want to tell the world the atrocities that were committed. That WE committed" finished Matt. "Yeah." came the despondent reply. "Well, it's up to you on what to do with that." Matt continued. "Remember, we all decided that you would be the best one to tell our story. If you don't want to write about it, that's your decision. But at least think about it." He finished as he started to walk off, hands in his pockets, Gabbumon following behind him.
TK let out a long sigh. Then he felt a nudge at his side, and looked down to find Patamon staring up at him. "He's right, you know." said the little brown-and-white mon. "About what?" TK asked, as he sat down next to him, and started rubbing in between his wing-ear things. "Ooooh, that hits the spot." sighed Patamon happily, then continued. "About all of it. That's it's your decision, though I would use the word responsibility. And that you should at least think about it." "It would just depress people. It wasn't really all that happy of a story." was TK's counter argument. "You're right. As a matter of fact, at times it was downright horrid." agreed Patamon. "However," he continued, "it would also give some people hope." "Hope? How so?" Asked TK with a puzzled expression on his face. "Hope that anybody can change. That no one is irredeemably lost." answered Patamon. TK started to think, memories, and most of them not happy ones, flooding his mind.
FLASHBACK-MANY YEARS AGO
It all started with Daemon…
A/N: So, that's the end of the Prologue! Like I said, this is my first time writing fan-fic, so please comment and review, I want to know how I'm doing!